I Think You're Blind Songtext
von Red Riders
I Think You're Blind Songtext
I wanna run,
Too slow to die
I want to move some-place where I can see the sky.
I wanna crash,
Inside a sleep.
I wanna get up but I′m in too deep.
And I don't want it all but when I want it too much,
It′s not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i′m fine.
I think you′re blind, I'd rather die.
I wanna grow, old with the wife.
I wanna settle down and have a simple life.
I gotta cry, I cut my head.
I had a knock at this but I don′t care.
And there's money so dirty, that I can′t stand to touch it. It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you′re blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i'm fine.
I think you′re blind, I′d rather die.
So take your time, I'm just the one, you′re just the one.
And take a break, well it's not too late;
It′s not too late.
But all these things are told,
Well they mean more now than they did before,
It's such a pretty mistake that I should know,
I said I love you, let′s go!
It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I′d rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i′m fine.
I think you're blind, I′d rather die.
Too slow to die
I want to move some-place where I can see the sky.
I wanna crash,
Inside a sleep.
I wanna get up but I′m in too deep.
And I don't want it all but when I want it too much,
It′s not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i′m fine.
I think you′re blind, I'd rather die.
I wanna grow, old with the wife.
I wanna settle down and have a simple life.
I gotta cry, I cut my head.
I had a knock at this but I don′t care.
And there's money so dirty, that I can′t stand to touch it. It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you′re blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i'm fine.
I think you′re blind, I′d rather die.
So take your time, I'm just the one, you′re just the one.
And take a break, well it's not too late;
It′s not too late.
But all these things are told,
Well they mean more now than they did before,
It's such a pretty mistake that I should know,
I said I love you, let′s go!
It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I′d rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i′m fine.
I think you're blind, I′d rather die.
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